The ocean in me

There is an ocean under my feet

There is one above my head 

Ever changing with the ripples from time

Shifting in constant forward 

Pulling me backward into the depth of a past

Throwing me again into a future unknown

And yet on some days

Calms my chaos

Balms my sorrows

In its widest spread 

My eyes travel a world

Of imagination and hope 

While the ocean spreads far and wide

Looking for someone like me

Who will wear her overhead 

And let her run free underfeet too

Never binding, never questioning 

Of why she makes those tides

Why she waits for a full moon

Why she is quiet on some days

Why is she turbulant on others

Why she rides the wind

And play alongside the shore

Why she hides the treasure

And also the ruins of a stigma sick soceity

We all want someone like her

To become like her

Wild and majestic

Also Surreal and mystic 

Free from bondage and any fear

Free to choose who one wants to be

To wreck a corroding system

To smash the social order

To revive and reinstall faith

To resurrect and reform us

Regenerate within us hope

Refill us with joy again

The ocean washes as it retreats

Cleanses and restores dreams pretty neat

Immerse in it

Emerge from it

The ocean in me,

Is the ocean I see.

(Overhead and underfeet)

Dear Pushpa

All the times you trotted in my head,

Telling me things, I would have never said.

Waiting for me to speak,

Utter, whine, rant and cry;

Unbind, unlearn, unleash and untie;

My emotions and my faith,

My past and my pain bequeathed.

You wrapped your arms round,

Held me close, steady and sound,

Until joy and hope do surround,

And yes, I am home bound.

This is how I remember you.

In my times of turmoil more,

Where my joys were found.

You cooked pasta and we sang songs unknown.

You pulled my abnormality into your everyday normalcy!

I was looking at the cactuses and throns.

You showed me the poppies and pansies!

Made me eat that popsicle i didn't fancy!

Wore me a saree and have me dancin'!

You told me to live -

Not in the orphaned hopes of the past,

But in the cheers of the present;

In the beauty of another day,

The tranquility of the night sky.

You told me to stand my ground strong.

Hold things that are firm,

And people close, who loved !

Leaving dead, the ones who were uncertain.

To tread along with your song;

For there never was, anything wrong!